The Waiting Place

I used to enjoy reading Oh, the Places You'll Go to my classes.  This part summarizes our life of late:

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come,or a plane to go or the mail to come,or the rain to go or the phone to ring,or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No

or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.

Everyone is just waiting.

Boom bands sound like fun!